Choke On My (2019)
I swear I've changed (It's just a persona. It's just a persona!)
I don't understand why people even like my music when it's not even me
Am I considered the illest yet?
Is these pussy hoes up out they feelings yet?
Has a nigga stacked his first million yet? (Nah?)
Well guess who feel effected?
You niggas all talk on the internet
Talk shit pretend you just some critic-head
When you're really on me with an ill intent
Live your best life, I just ain't kill you yet, bitch
Choke on my dick, nigga
'Til your throat column split, nigga
I'ma bogart this bitch, nigga (Yuh!)
I'ma own all this shit nigga (Yuh!)
What you hoes call a monopoly, I'ma hold all the keys to this shit, nigga
Go call police, I'ma blow walls just so Prod achieves what you know as the "GOAT" calling
Please hold both balls and choke on 'em, please
I don't like you niggas, nah
I won't fight you niggas nah
I'ma stack bread and pay your opps to snipe you from afar
I don't like you in my sight and I don't like you in my comms
I'm not type to stay in calm
I'm not the type to stay with cons
Nah them niggas ain't my crowd
6ix9ine already tried it and he gone, bitch
(Hey, hey, yo chill on that nigga)
If I don't blow, this ain't makin no sense
I deserve stadium tix and some food in bed like hospital patients and shit
Sponsored up, I wont be paying for shit
And watch what you say little bitch
One complaint and I'll be takin your bitch
She give fellatio lips while she forwards your calls so they go to static like some radio blips
Y'all can choke on my dick, dawg, or drown
The wrist watch is wet. Yo bitch watch me close and simp on me
Sex isn't on my list of shit that impress me
Get off my dick and click on my songs
My shit prolly hit way different than shit y'all is used to
Hits topping hits, my shit go abusive. I'm sick, dawg, submit me to the hall of music
Where the beef? 'Cause ima eat it up
Grill you niggas while I'm cheesing, huh
Pussy niggas I'ma beat 'em up
Met your bitch and now we meeting up
All these niggas always hating on me. I'ma give 'em a reason, huh
Bitch I'm straight out this world, yuh
Take me to your fuckin leader, bruh
Yea bitch, I'm slick with the words. Beef, get cooked like I'm greasy, huh
Bitch hit my phone for dick but I don't ever give a fuck, 'cause why I need to, huh?
Niggas always wanna talk shit, boss shit, 'til I have 'em screaming, huh
Best out period. I ain't even hit you pussy, why you bleeding, huh?
I don't even need to blow up. I make these bitch niggas fucking scream enough
Ever let a nigga cross me, get crucified like he Jesus, huh
Bruh, the craziest shit about this, yo
Is that it a literally took me a fucking day
It took me a day to learn how to make beats
A day. I made everything from scratch
It took me, it took me a fucking day.
And if you don't wanna say a day, it took me a week, bruh
There's niggas who spend, like, years learning how to make beats
And I'm making this shit in a day
I'm so fucking talented! Oh my-
I don't understand why people even like my music when it's not even me
Am I considered the illest yet?
Is these pussy hoes up out they feelings yet?
Has a nigga stacked his first million yet? (Nah?)
Well guess who feel effected?
You niggas all talk on the internet
Talk shit pretend you just some critic-head
When you're really on me with an ill intent
Live your best life, I just ain't kill you yet, bitch
Choke on my dick, nigga
'Til your throat column split, nigga
I'ma bogart this bitch, nigga (Yuh!)
I'ma own all this shit nigga (Yuh!)
What you hoes call a monopoly, I'ma hold all the keys to this shit, nigga
Go call police, I'ma blow walls just so Prod achieves what you know as the "GOAT" calling
Please hold both balls and choke on 'em, please
I don't like you niggas, nah
I won't fight you niggas nah
I'ma stack bread and pay your opps to snipe you from afar
I don't like you in my sight and I don't like you in my comms
I'm not type to stay in calm
I'm not the type to stay with cons
Nah them niggas ain't my crowd
6ix9ine already tried it and he gone, bitch
(Hey, hey, yo chill on that nigga)
If I don't blow, this ain't makin no sense
I deserve stadium tix and some food in bed like hospital patients and shit
Sponsored up, I wont be paying for shit
And watch what you say little bitch
One complaint and I'll be takin your bitch
She give fellatio lips while she forwards your calls so they go to static like some radio blips
Y'all can choke on my dick, dawg, or drown
The wrist watch is wet. Yo bitch watch me close and simp on me
Sex isn't on my list of shit that impress me
Get off my dick and click on my songs
My shit prolly hit way different than shit y'all is used to
Hits topping hits, my shit go abusive. I'm sick, dawg, submit me to the hall of music
Where the beef? 'Cause ima eat it up
Grill you niggas while I'm cheesing, huh
Pussy niggas I'ma beat 'em up
Met your bitch and now we meeting up
All these niggas always hating on me. I'ma give 'em a reason, huh
Bitch I'm straight out this world, yuh
Take me to your fuckin leader, bruh
Yea bitch, I'm slick with the words. Beef, get cooked like I'm greasy, huh
Bitch hit my phone for dick but I don't ever give a fuck, 'cause why I need to, huh?
Niggas always wanna talk shit, boss shit, 'til I have 'em screaming, huh
Best out period. I ain't even hit you pussy, why you bleeding, huh?
I don't even need to blow up. I make these bitch niggas fucking scream enough
Ever let a nigga cross me, get crucified like he Jesus, huh
Bruh, the craziest shit about this, yo
Is that it a literally took me a fucking day
It took me a day to learn how to make beats
A day. I made everything from scratch
It took me, it took me a fucking day.
And if you don't wanna say a day, it took me a week, bruh
There's niggas who spend, like, years learning how to make beats
And I'm making this shit in a day
I'm so fucking talented! Oh my-
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Writer(s): Khari Norman
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